THE MAGIC RING

Unleashing the poet in me..... Here i go...!!


In the good old days of the Judaean empire,
Who were gifted the land of ruby and sapphire,
Ruled a king who was David’s son,
He was none other than King Solomon.
One day the king, overjoyed by victory in a battle,
Summoned his courtiers and asked them to prove their mettle.
He came up with a task made in jest,
And instructed his ministers to start their quest.
“In some corner of this world lies a ring,
That can make a happy man brood and a sad man sing.
It is your duty to find me that ring,
I don’t want an answer ‘there is no such thing’ “.
The enormity of the task and uncertainty of the outcome
Bewildered the courtsmen and created a hum-drum.
They set at once to find the magic ring
That could make a happy man brood and a sad man sing.
Summer went by and then went spring,
But none could find the mystical ring.
A petty courtier who had also gone on the searching spree,
Was planning to give up and he sat under a tree.
He saw a blacksmith who toiled hard for a living,
But his face had a charm as if summer had been spring.
The courtier came to the wretched, yet hopeful man,
Narrated his errand and said “please help if you can”.
The blacksmith went in and brought a ring in his hand,
Etched a few words and called “Ye! Ring of magic land!”
The courtier got the ring and stood speechless,
For he realized that the ring was magical indeed and no less.
He thanked the pious man and was buoyed,
For his ordeal had finished and the king would be overjoyed.
The courtier reached his court and hailed the king with reverence,
And said that his task had been no less than penance.
The king had a look at the ring and was stupefied, Alas!
Were the words etched “This too shall pass!”
The happy king suddenly became quiet,
For what the ring said was right.
All his wisdom and all his wealth,
Would cease one day and come to an end.
The courtier explained the blacksmith’s plight,
Who believed that his wretched life would one day take a flight.
All his suffering was not for ever,
For life moves on and stalls, never!
Truly magical was the ring,
Which made a happy man brood and a sad man sing.
The mystical words for men of every class,
“This too shall pass, This too shall pass!”